There is no finish line in healing
We do this thing: We get really frustrated with ourselves. We thought we were past the pain. We thought we had transcended all the troubles. But we haven’t healed. We’re still healing.
We do this thing: We get really frustrated with ourselves. We thought we were past the pain. We thought we had transcended all the troubles. But we haven’t healed. We’re still healing.
“You’re a normal person.” To be honest, it’s a comment that would have destroyed me in my 20s.
I think shame is the worst of all enemies. It doesn’t matter what we did. And it doesn’t matter why we did it. Shame enters our heart and is nearly impossible to shake.
I once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.
It is a lie I was told long ago: “One day, you’ll escape the bully.” Only then, I grew up and came face-to-face with a painful, incredibly disappointing reality: The bully will follow you.
Last week, I had my first Twitter scuffle. A man, citing the “The Good Samaritan”, informed me that God only calls us to love neighbors who are kind and loving to us. Yep. So, I respectfully disagreed and ended any sort of escalation with a…
You haven’t missed your boat. Or her boat. Or any boat. God is preparing your boat. And what can you control? Your ability to wait.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.